i’m unwilling to give up on summer. it’s fucking intense right now, like…summer, where have you gone?
so rainy, so yuck. but it’s barely september, man, this isn’t fucking fair. i need it to be sunshiney and gorgeous out.
worst part of my birthday? it means that everything is RIGHT NOW or bust. because summer will end, fall will come, everything glorious of summer will just up and die.
fuck.
i’m not prepared.
shit that i’ve learned over the past few days:
what? COME AT ME, BRO!
going through the photos on my camera and look at all the shit i dig up!
tattoos, boy, cats.
that is my life.
spent all day obsessing over my midterm only to have it not be as nearly as bad as i thought it would be.
it would have been nice to know what i was getting into, though, so i’d know the proper way to prepare. oh well, it’s over now.
trying to be somewhat productive/domesticated.
attempting to make:
here’s hopin’ it’s not a fuckin’ disaster…
officially starts my first day of spring semester.
i’m nervous, but looking forward to a class that is not math, not smackass ethics and is actually related to my field of interest.
so…
fingers-crossed i don’t fuck this up.
